Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Macedonia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Gichy Dan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Althea and Donna,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.